Ms Kennedy Graves is a retired dancer who now lives in a small apartment on the fringes of Kulza territory. She enjoys her morning mimosas and walking around her apartment in a silk robe anytime of the day. She doesn’t pay her taxes and anyone who bothers to ask gets run off by the business end of her vintage Lamont kitchen knife set (a gift from the maître d' who worked with her for 35 years). She made quite a bit dancing at the Chat Rayé until her empty-headed daughter ran off with her highschool sweetheart and lost most of it in a messy, 6 year-long divorce. Instead of living her golden years in a pimped-out penthouse somewhere sunny, Graves lives in a modest apartment graciously provided by her multiple contacts made over 45 years in the service industry. 45 years is plenty of time to dig up enough dirt on the influential people of the city, especially when you knew them before they were big shots. Even though she swore to put her dancing behind her and to keep her contacts to a minimum, Ms Graves has recently been persuaded by a couple of resourceful and stubborn young dancers into training them. They were resourceful enough to actually know who she is and where to find her, and stubborn enough to bang on her door for a month whilst dodging half of her kitchen closet. They’re plenty green, but she’ll make decent spies and even better dancers out of them.
Age: 67
Sex: F
Profession: Retired Dancer
Location: TBD
Affiliations: Independent-contractor, former mafia affiliate
Disposition: Cunning, Independent, Eccentric, Perceptive
Character Background and Description
Ms Kennedy Graves is a retired dancer who now lives in a small apartment on the fringes of Kulza territory. She enjoys her morning mimosas and walking around her apartment in a silk robe anytime of the day. She doesn’t pay her taxes and anyone who bothers to ask gets run off by the business end of her vintage Lamont kitchen knife set (a gift from the maître d' who worked with her for 35 years). She made quite a bit dancing at the Chat Rayé until her empty-headed daughter ran off with her highschool sweetheart and lost most of it in a messy, 6 year-long divorce. Instead of living her golden years in a pimped-out penthouse somewhere sunny, Graves lives in a modest apartment graciously provided by her multiple contacts made over 45 years in the service industry. 45 years is plenty of time to dig up enough dirt on the influential people of the city, especially when you knew them before they were big shots. Even though she swore to put her dancing behind her and to keep her contacts to a minimum, Ms Graves has recently been persuaded by a couple of resourceful and stubborn young dancers into training them. They were resourceful enough to actually know who she is and where to find her, and stubborn enough to bang on her door for a month whilst dodging half of her kitchen closet. They’re plenty green, but she’ll make decent spies and even better dancers out of them.